Stupid Ratty Bastard.
Oh dear.
I was visiting my (then) girlfriend at her pad at Uni. She kept a pet rat in her room (yes, she'd bought her in a shop, didn't just scoop it out of the Uni Skips or anything), and decided that it needed a bit of exercise, seeing as it was always cooped up in a cage and all.

Anyway, Ratty was off scurrying about and the lady and myself started getting down to action. (I'm not talking Scrabble here, nudge nudge, wink wink.)

Being a typical scummy Student my Missus didn't have a bed, just a mattress on the floor. We naturally were not paying attention to the whereabouts of said Rodent... That may have been a mistake. Little Ratty must have become jealous that her owner was paying significantly more attention to someone else (namely, me) than to dear Rat.
I must have failed to notice her scurrying up the mattress. What I couldn't fail to notice though is the sharp spikey pain in my testicular region as Ratty sank her teeth and claws into my 'Hairy Brain'.
Kind of killed the moment, I think.

Oh yes. Ratty is now dead. But not because of this. Just regular ratty death.
( ArghZombies No longer has a Leaky QUIM, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 14:53, Reply)